“Not just your own either.”
“I forget about that.”
Faith sputtered with laughter. “Only you, Sam.”
“I wish I had a buck for every time someone says that to me.”
“Let me guess… You’d be a millionaire.”
“Possibly a billionaire.”
“Thanks for the laugh. I’ll send you the details of the O’Connor hearing.”
“Thanks for calling, Faith.”
“Have a good break and call me if you need anything.”
Sam closed her phone and reached for the secure BlackBerry to update Nick about the O’Connor hearing. Faith told me they’re fighting the insanity defense.
She couldn’t hear the name Thomas O’Connor without being transported right back to the first time she saw Nick, six years after the night they first met and connected. If you could call what happened between them that night “connecting.” It was more like nuclear fusion that was followed by a series of misunderstandings—and manipulation—that’d cost them six years together.
As she dried her hair, she recalled the thrill of seeing him again, even if it was at Senator John O’Connor’s murder scene. Everything had been so fraught then. She’d still been reeling after an undercover assignment had resulted in the death of a young child. Two and a half years later, she still couldn’t think of Quentin Johnson and the series of events that’d led to his death without wanting to wail.
She’d gone into the O’Connor investigation determined to get her career back on track and had smacked headfirst into the one man she’d never forgotten—O’Connor’s chief of staff and a witness in her case. That had put him firmly off-limits, which only made him all the more enticing.
Nick returned her text. Interesting about the insanity defense.
Faith said it’s a nonstarter. Speaking of the O’Connor case, I was thinking about that first week back together, and I want to pretend we haven’t seen each other in six years and everything between us is forbidden…
What the hell, babe? I have a meeting in two minutes. I’m going to have to stay behind the Resolute Desk.
Picturing his shocked and outraged expression, Sam laughed so hard, she had tears in her eyes. Hahahahahaha.
NOT FUNNY.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. So can we?
Why, hello, Ms. Secretary of State…
Oooph
Have a seat by my desk because… wood.
Hahahahaha. Love you.
Grrrrrr.
While she was messing around with him, she got a text from Neveah that also went to Gonzo.
I’ve been awake for two hours already, and it’s only four a.m. here. This time change is no joke. I’ve been in touch with Spokane police, and they’re set to go with me to the Carver home at nine. Gonzo was able to get the governor’s warrant from the court, so we’re good to go if we decide to take the women into custody.
Great job, Neveah. Please borrow a vest from Spokane if you go back to arrest them.
Will do, and I’ll keep you posted.
Scotty appeared in the open bathroom door. “Did you forget something, Mother?”
Sam smiled at his grumpy face and went to hug him. “Did you actually get yourself up?”
